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Took it in snuff:-and still he smiled and talked;
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He questioned me: among the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answered neglectingly, I know not what;
He should, or he should not :-for he made me

To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
Of guns and drums and wounds, (God save the

And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
That villanous saltpetre should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.-
This bald disjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answered indirectly, as I said:
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Blunt. The circumstance considered, good my

Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die, and never rise
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
But with proviso and exception
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom

straight His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betrayed The lives of those that he did lead to fight Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower (Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March Hath lately married). Shall our coffers, then, Be emptied to redeem a traitor home? Shall we buy treason, and indent with fears When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? No, on the barren mountains let him starve; For I shall never hold that man my friend Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer!

He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war. To prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those

Those mouthéd wounds, which valiantly he took,
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
In single opposition hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower.
Three times they breathed, and three times did

they drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. Never did bare and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor never could the noble Mortimer Receive so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be slandered with revolt. K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost

belie him : He never did encounter with Glendower. I tell thee, He durst as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland, We license your departure with your son :Send us your prisoners, or you 'll hear of it.

[Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them.--I will after straight, And tell him so: for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head.

North. What, drunk with choler ? stay and

pause awhile :

Here comes your uncle.

Enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I 'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i'the dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i’ the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.

[To Worcester. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners : And when I urged the ransom once again

Of my wife's brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
Wor. I cannot blame him.

Was he not pro-
By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?

North. He was: I heard the proclamation:
And then it was when the unhappy king
(Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth
Upon his Irish expedition :
From whence he, intercepted, did return
To be deposed, and shortly murdered.
Wor. And for whose death, we in the wide

world's mouth
Live scandalised and foully spoken of.
Hot. But soft, I pray you : did King Richard,

Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?

North. He did: myself did hear it.

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin-king
That wished him on the barren mountains starved.
But shall it be that you, that set the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man,
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation,-shall it be
That you a world of curses undergo;
Being the agents, or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather
(0, pardon me that I descend so low
To shew the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle king),

Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, ! Or fill up chronicles in time to come,

That men of your nobility and power
Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf
(As both of you, God pardon it! have done),
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken
That you are fooled, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames ye underwent ?
No: yet time serves wherein you may redeem
Your banished honours, and redeem yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again :
Revenge the jeering and disdained contempt
of this proud king; who studies day and night
To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
Therefore I say,

Peace, cousin, say no more:
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous ;
As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to o'erwalk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hot. If he fall in, good night : or sink or

swim. Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple :-0! the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare.

North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drownéd honour by the locks : So he that doth redeem her thence might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship!

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good cousin, give me audience for awhile.

Hot. I cry you mercy.

Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners,—

I 'll keep them all :
By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them :
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not.
I'll keep them, by this hand.

Wor. You start away,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.-
Those prisoners you shall keep.

Hot. Nay, I will: that 's flat.
He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer :
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I 'll holla “Mortimer !"
Nay, I 'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but “Mortimer,” and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.

Wor. Hear you, cousin : a word.

Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke. And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of WalesBut that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poisoned with a pot of ale.

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better tempered to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impatient

fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own. Hot. Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged

with rods, Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear of this vile politician Boling broke. In Richard's time,—what do you call the place? A plague upon 't !-it is in Gloucestershire : 'T was where the madcap duke his uncle kept;

His uncle York:-where I first bowed my knee And only stays but to behold the face
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, Of that occasion that shall bring it on.


and he came back from Ravenspurg. Hot. I smell it: upou my life, it will do well. North. At Berkley Castle.

North. Before the game's afoot thou still lett'st Hot. You say true.


(plot.Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! And then the power of Scotland and of York Look,—"When his infant fortune came to age," To join with Mortimer, ha? And “Gentle Harry Percy," and “Kind cou- Wor. And so they shal!. sin :"

[me!- Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed. O, the devil take such cozeners !–God forgive Wor. And 't is no little reason bids us speed Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. To save our heads by raising of a head:

Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again : For, bear ourselves as even as we can, We'll stay your leisure.

The King will always think him in our debt, Hot. I have done, i' faith.

And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri- Till he hath found a time to pay us home. soners.

And see already how he doth begin Deliver them up without their ransom straight, To make us strangers to his looks of love. And make the Douglas' son your only mean Hot. He does, he does : we'll be revenged on For powers in Scotland: which, for divers reasons,

him. Which I shall send you written, be assured Wor. Cousin, farewell. No further go in this Will easily be granted.-You, my lord,

Than I by letters shall direct

your course. [To NORTHUMBERLAND. When time is ripe (which will be suddenly), Your son in Scotland being thus employed, I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer ; Shall secretly into the bosom creep

Where you and Douglas, and our powers, at once Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, (As I will fashion it) shall happily meet, The archbishop.

To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Hot. Of York, is 't not?

Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Wor. True: who bears hard

North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.

I trust. I speak not this in estimation

Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, As what I think might be, but what I know Till fields and blows and groans applaud our Is ruminated, plotted and set down,



ACT 19. SCENE I.-Rochester. An Inn Yard.

1st Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the

price of oats rose : it was the death of him. Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand.

2nd Car. I think this be the most villanous 1st Car. Heigh ho! an 't be not four by the house in all London road for fleas: I am stung day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the like a tench. chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, 1st Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ostler!

ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit Ost. [within]. Anon, anon.

than I have been since the first cock. 1st Car. I pr'y thee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, 2nd Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is jorden, and then we leak in


your chimney; wrung in the withers out of all cess.

your chamber-lie breeds flees like a loach.

1st Car. What, ostler ! come away and be Enter another Carrier.

hanged, come away. 2nd Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as 2nd Car. I have a gammon of bacon and two a dog, and that is the next way to give poor razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing. jades the bots. This house is turned upside down since Robin ostler died.

1st Car. 'Od's body! the turkeys in my pannier

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are quite starved.-What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head; canst not hear? An't were not as good a deed as drink to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hanged !-hast no faith in thee?

no long-staff, sixpenny strikers: none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms: but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and great oneyers : such as can hold in ; such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray. And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth : or rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots.

Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots! will she hold out water in foul way?

Gads. She will, she will : justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure : we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Cham. Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholden to the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.

Gads. Give me thy hand : thou shalt have a share in our purchase as I am a true man,

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it as you are a false thief.

Gads. Go to : homo is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. [Exeunt,

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Scene II.—The Road by Gads-hill.

Enter GadshiLL. Gads. Good morrow, carriers : what's o'clock? 1st Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Gads. I pry thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.

1st Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye: I know a trick Forth two of that, i' faith,

Gads. I pr'y thee lend me thine,

2nd Car. Ay, when; canst tell ?—Lend me thy lantern, quoth a'? marry, I'll see thee banged first.

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2nd Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen : they will along with company, for they have great charge.

[Exeunt Carriers. Gads. What, ho; chamberlain ! Cham. [within). At hand, quoth pickpurse.

Gads. That 's even as fair as “at hand, quoth the chamberlain :" for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring : thou lay'st the plot how.

Enter Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds current that I told you yesternight : there's a franklin in the wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold. I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper :-a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: they will away presently.

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas's clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

Cham. No, I 'll none of it: I pr'y thee keep that for the hangman; for I know thou worshipp'st Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.

Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? If I hang, I 'll make a fat pair of gallows: for if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me; and thou knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of (the which for sport sake are content to do the profession some grace), that would, if matters should be looked into, for their own credit sake make all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers,

Enter Prince Henry and Poins; BARDOLPH

and Peto at some distance. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaft's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

P. Hen. Stand close.

Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Poins ! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins !

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat kidneyed rascal: what a brawling dost thou keep !

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal ?

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the hill : I'll

go seek him. [Pretends to seek Porns. Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company : the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the square further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years; and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else : I have drunk medicines.—Poins ! Hal! a plague upon you both !-Bardolph! Peto!—I 'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 't were not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and leave these rogues,

I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough. A plague upon 't, when thieves canno be true to one another! [They whistle.] Whew. A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged.

P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down: lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers.

Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down! 'S blood, I 'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean you to colt me thus ?

P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.

Fal. I pr'y thee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse ; good king's son.

P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler?

Fal. Go hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent garters! If I be ta'en, I 'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison. When a jest is so forward, and afoot too, I hate it.

Fal. Now cannot I strike him if I should be hanged!

P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?
Poins. Here, hard by: stand close.

[Exeunt Prince Henry and Porns. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I: every man to his business.

Enter Travellers. 1st Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we 'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.

Thieves. Stand!
Trav. Jesu bless us !

Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats! Ah, whoreson caterpillars! baconfed knaves! they hate us youth. Down with them; fleece them!

1st Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, for ever!

Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves : are ye undone ? No, ye fat chuffs ; I would your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves, young men must live. You are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i' faith!

[Exeunt FALSTAFF, &c., driving the Tra

vellers out.


Gads. Stand!
Fal. So I do, against my will.
Poins. 0, 't is our setter: I know his voice.

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Poins. P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for


Poins. Stand close; I hear them coming.

Enter BARDOLPH. Bard. What news?

Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors. There's money of the King's coming down the hill: 't is going to the King's exchequer.

Fal. You lie, you rogue; 't is going to the King's tavern.

Gads. There's enough to make us all.
Fal. To be hanged.

P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane: Ned Poins and I will walk lower. If they 'scape from your encounter, then they light on us.

Peto. How many be there of them?
Gads. Some eight or ten.
Fal. Zounds ! will they not rob us?
P. Hen. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

Fal. Indeed I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather : but yet no coward, Hal.

P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: when thou need'st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

set upon

Re-enter Thieves. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck.

P. Hen. Your money! (Rushing out upon them. Poins. Villains ! [As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins

them. Falstaff, after a blow or two, and the rest, run away, leaving their

booty behind them. P. Hen. Got with much ease: now merrily to

horse. The thieves are scattered, and possessed with fear So strongly that they dare not meet each other: Each takes his fellow for an officer. Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along: Wer 't not for laughing, I should pity him.

Poins. How the rogue roared !


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